Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Slovenia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Fall to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Womack,
The Remains,
The Victims,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Warsaw,
Godley & Creme,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fela Kuti,
Moebius,
Sugar Minott,
Swans,
L. Decosne,
Half Japanese,
Kurtis Blow,
Boogie Down Productions,
Average White Band,
James White and The Blacks,
the Sonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang Starr,
Dave Gahan,
The Beau Brummels,
The Evens,
The Gladiators,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Thompson Twins,
The Divine Comedy,
Morten Harket,
Basic Channel,
Sonic Youth,
The Misunderstood,
Ituana,
Fifty Foot Hose,
KRS-One,
Todd Rundgren,
The Blackbyrds,
Barry Ungar,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Reed,
Deadbeat,
Young Marble Giants,
Connie Case,
The Black Dice,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deepchord,
Excepter,
Royal Trux,
Ralphi Rosario,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Johnny Osbourne,
Outsiders,
Can,
China Crisis,
Al Stewart,
Lucky Dragons,
The Moleskins,
Sixth Finger,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Doors,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.